Page 87 of Wicked Truths

A low groan escapes at the thought. I more than liked it. I was fucking entranced and jealous as hell half the time because I wanted to be in their place.

“I did,” I say as her warm breath fans over my neck.

“I usually don’t like being the aggressor, but I was wondering. Are we dating or just friends?” Her fingers run through my beard, and she tenderly tilts my face down to hers.

“I’m good with whatever you are,” I assure her.

“So, if we’re dating, that’s new.” She pushes up on her knees, brushing her lips over the corner of my mouth. My dick jumps under her as my hands tighten on her hips. “You feel so familiar it’s hard to convince my system that we—”

I cut her off by slamming my mouth to hers. She gasps as I lick at the seam of her lips. Her hips swivel, grinding over my thickening length. I might not be an alpha, but her scent still sends a pulse to my shaft. I don’t think it’s a biological reaction to her heat either. I’m fairly sure it’s just that I’m head over dick in love with her.

“I want you in a way I’ve never wanted anyone,” I whisper against her lips as we pull back, heaving deep breaths.

“I want you too,” she agrees, nodding against my cheek. “So much.”

“How utterly romantic.” Liam swaggers out in a pair of basketball shorts and nothing else. “Are you two finally getting ’round to the good stuff?”

Oakley shivers, staring up at me from under her lashes. “Are we?”

Well, I thought that’s where we were headed before Liam butted in.

My hand moves to cradle her neck as my thumb brushes over her plump lower lip. “I thought so, but I enjoy everything with you. There’s no rush.”

“I’ve nearly thrown up multiple times recently. You’re all entirely too sweet.” Liam tosses a bottle of lube, kneeling behind Oakley. I release my hold on her neck as he pulls the blanket and tosses it aside. “Shall I help keep things moving along, sweetness?” He pulls her hair to the side, kissing her neck.

I’m very tempted to glare, but I can accept when I’m in over my head. It might not hurt to have backup. He’s clearly more experienced than I am. Having help may prevent me from embarrassing myself.

Oakley trembles as his hands fall to the bottom of the shirt she’s wearing. Her eyes meet mine and she shrugs a lithe shoulder.

“I’m good with that,” I assure her.

“Of course you are.” Liam yanks her shirt off, throwing it into the chair next to us. “You’ve got no clue what to do.” He winks. “Luckily, I do.”

Oakley’s chest rises and falls rapidly. It makes her tits bounce as her nipples tighten before my very eyes. My hands are drawn to the curve of her waist and up to cup her breasts.

“I’d say he’s officially mesmerized.” Liam chuckles, and my eyes fly up to see him kissing over her bare shoulder. “Stretch up on your knees and kiss him.” My heart thumps violently as she complies. Her tongue dances around mine, and my cock jumps. It just so happens, Liam has switched to fingering her, and he chuckles in response. “Shit, I forgot a step. Let’s help with these.” His hands land on the top of my sweats.

I swallow thickly as he pulls them down until my cock bounces out. He even helpfully removes them from my legs, but I’m still focused on the feeling of Oakley sliding her slippery sex over my shaft. Her hands land on my shoulders as she swivels and grinds.

“Holy fuck,” I hiss as my eyes fall shut.

The calloused hand that grips my cock leads me to believe it’s not Oakley that points my tip directly toward her hole. I don’t care who it is as she sinks down. Every bit of air evaporates from my lungs. That was fast. I don’t think I’m even fully hard, but as she rises and falls, I get there really fucking quick.

“Never let me hear you say that I’m not a good friend.” Liam chuckles.

“Yeah,” I agree, but even that comes out as a groan. “Thanks.”

Oakley whimpers, and the sound makes my length jerk inside her as she wiggles her way down further. She’s incredibly snug. I’ve got nothing to compare it to outside of my fist, but I can’t imagine anything in the world feeling more perfect than she does. I ramble that against the side of her head as she rises and falls.

Liam helps lift her before dropping her with more force. My hands dig into her waist as all the air seems to evaporate from my lungs.

“Holy shit,” I groan. “You’re so wet and so tight. Jesus Christ, you’re perfect.”

“I love you, Sullivan.” She shoves her mouth to mine for a filthy kiss that makes my cock pulse inside her. It’s difficult to know what to focus on as her walls clench around me at the same time her tongue teases mine.

“How do you feel about letting me in on this threesome action?” Liam chuckles. He doesn’t wait for a response, and I curse as he slides two fingers inside Oakley. They tease against my shaft when I’m already precariously close to embarrassing myself.

Oakley nods. “I’m still not convinced you’ve prepped me enough for anal.”

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